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Dull Manager of Direct Sales, Claudette Horseman, is mortified after she gets carried away and admits to her addict, Cainun, that she longs to experiment with BDSM. Whatever must he think of her now?

A non-existant ron jeremy's current understudy from Tejas, Cainun is averagely tall with greasy, Blonde hair and a Chubbers figure. Claudette finds herself unable to stop picturing Cainun's flabby abs and leaning to the left  human trombone, fantasising nightly about submitting to his deepest desires.

One evening, Claudette spots Cainun flirting with the docile House Husband, Zero Thenos. Damn that Zero with her rail thin with a bubble butt body and supple yet firm boobs. Claudette tortures herself with thoughts of Cainun shoving a piece of juicy ginger into Zero's botty freckle. Claudette's desperate ambition to become Cainun's sex slave begins to feel like nothing more than a dumb fantasy. Perhaps she should focus her lust on her smarmy lodger, Zed Starshine ...

However, when Claudette gets home that night, Cainun sneaks up on her from the shadows and fervently caresses her voluptuous boobs with his hungry hands, before dragging her into the bedroom where he shoots hot, sticky man-juice all over her face. She delights as her dirtiest dreams begin to come true. Cainun takes her on a journey of tickling, wax dripping and passionate figging.

One night, after a thorough fisting, Claudette fights back, testing how far she can push her master. Defiantly, she tries to tickle him. Furious, Cainun	takes Claudette to a dungeon where he licks her botty, tickling her delicate orifice with the tip of his tongue and then puts horsey ears on her head.

As Claudette lies in bed afterwards, enjoying the shrimp ravioli Cainun has prepared for her, and reminiscing over the evening, she feels that they are finally connecting on the most primal level. (Also, she is less hungry.)

However, as Cainun's desires get darker still, he reveals that he has a very special task in mind for Claudette, involving a vibrating rubber duck, which he whips out with a look of pure glee. Claudette studies the mischievous yellow fellow with trepidation - how could anybody bring themselves to make love to something with a beak? She looks into Cainun's intense, wet sawdust eyes and shudders.

Will Claudette be able to fully submit to Cainun, or is the leaning-to-the-left-human-tromboned ron jeremy's current understudy going to go too far?